No more private theater you die, My crime by François Ozon resolutely belongs to his “hyper-boulevard” vein (8 women, 2001, Vase, 2010), adapting a supercharged play by Louis Verneuil and Georges Berr, forgotten since 1934, to draw from it the energy necessary to shoot one more film – one a year at the moment – and continue to save French cinema (and Gaumont ) economic and/or moral bankruptcy. My crimeobviously, is “abducted” and “stripping”, goes at full speed, following or pushing in front of him his actresses and actors – first his young premieres, Nadia Tereszkiewicz, who seems destined after almond trees to successfully play acting roles, and Rebecca Marder, in addition to a host of celebrities – at the tail end of their quick steps and delivery. Post-MeToo comedy, according to the press (concerned at the front row as a character in the film), My crime is a political satire, which we won’t go so far as to call it feminist (so much does it play and enjoy all the double-edged swords available to parody, exploiting the cliché thoroughly), but whose argument is, certainly, anti – anti-feminist.
In these 1930s in luxury cardboard, an aspiring actress (Nadia T.), sexually assaulted by a powerful producer under the pretext of offering her a role, finds herself wrongly accused of his murder, and decides to award for immediate glory. The trial of Madeleine Verdier is undoubtedly the film’s piece of bravery, the one in which everything starts to work together: the court as a theater stage, a film studio and a public space of scandal, where can declare themselves jubilantly the praise the media of the murder of men as the ridicule of the indignation of the anti-woke reactions – place of the ultimate artifice: a kind of opposite, on all levels, and first of all that of the staging of the assizes, of a recent trial film, the Saint-Omer by Alice Diop. Meta-tragedy vs. hyper-boulevard, dialectic of current French cinema. However, even Dany Boon is funny, with his fake Marseille accent: everything is fake here, that’s the idea, everything is theater or cinema, nothing represents anyone. There is even Isabelle Huppert.